Page 113 of Forget That Guy
It was when I got to the last stall that I frowned.
That stall wasn’t usually in use.
What…
An achingly familiar nose made its way over the stall door, and an excited whinny followed shortly after.
Tears burst from my eyes, and then I was in the stall with my Harry Trotter.
“Harry!” I cried out, throwing my arms around his muscular neck.
I’d seen him over the years that he’d been gone, sneaking into the pasture with him at night and playing with him, slipping him treats when I was home.
“What are you doing here?” I bawled.
“Dad got him for you,” Joe said softly.
I turned to find her and the other two girls standing there watching with smiles on their faces.
They had shovels and rakes in their hands, as well as a couple of buckets of grain for the horses.
“How?” I sniffled.
“Dad and Grams went to the Heartsans and got him back,” she said. “Dad really wants you to stay. So he’s making it hard for you to leave.”
A sob caught in my throat.
“Did he now?” I asked.
“He likes you, Holly.” DeeDee smiled. “And so do we.”
I wiped at my tears. “I hate that I have to go to work.”
“Call in sick,” Catalina suggested.
I sighed. “I wouldn’t want to leave your uncle in the lurch.”
A car pulled up outside, and we all three turned to see who it was.
The girls quickly came into the stall with me and shut the door.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Mom,” Joe whispered as she peered over the railing. “What is she doing here so early?”
Denver came out of the shower area fully dressed and ran straight into Juliana.
He blinked. “What are you doing here?”
Juliana’s chin lifted as she said, “I want to give up all rights to the girls.”
Denver’s body locked.
The girls hissed in breaths.
I let go of Harry’s face and pulled the girls in close.
All three of them came, even Joe.
